I was 15 years old and I had just gotten out of 7th period English class and I was free last period so I was able to leave early. Me and my best friend, Fran, had just applied our makeup and rolled up our Catholic school skirts, turning them from ugly, plaid frumps, to vixen-like wares. We were on the first bus to our "brother" school, which was the all male version to our all female acadamy. We were there for her to pick up this guy she'd been dating, Tommy, and I was there to scope out the hottie I had my eye on.

We filled the bus ride with iddle chatter and gossip about who was doing what with whom until we finally got there. The competition was fierce. Girls with Catholic school girl skirts stood in clusters around the perimeter of the school; like vultures waiting for their prey.

It wasn't long before Tommy came around, a lanky arm draped around Fran's shoulder, with Leo, my hottie, and another guy, Joe, in tow. We all stood around making playful conversation. Leo looked as hot as a sixteen year old boy could ever aspire to look. He had spikey blond hair and piercing blue eyes that made the butterflies in my stomache have butterflies.

But then there was Joe. He was nice enough looking, tan, brown hair, and blue eyes that didn't so much pierce as caress. He was smaller and stockier than Leo, but he had a personality that was both inviting, but dangerous. He looked like a lamb wrapped in a lion.

Time flew, as it always does when you have a weeknight dinner time curfew, Tommy and Fran were engaged in a massive liplock that made the rest of us only slightly uncomfortable and severly jealous. I was feeling dejected that Leo hadn't asked for my number and I was anxious to hop back on the bus and discuss it with Fran.

The bus ride back home was the same as the bus ride there, except that Fran had on a lot less lipstick.

Later on that night I got a phone call from Fran saying that Joe told Tommy to tell her that he was interested in getting my phone number (ah, the romance of the teenager). I wasn't really interested in him romantically, but he seemed nice enough and I certainly wasn't getting anywhere with Leo so I obliged.

Later on that night Joe called and we spoke on the phone for hours. However it wasn't the flirty banter of two horny teenagers, but more like a conversation with an old friend that you haven't spoken to in years. And so began the epic friendship of Missy and Joe

I'll post the next chapter soon.